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THE CARROLL TREE PRESS, CARROLLTON, CARROLL C OUNTY, GEORGIA
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 1913
BRIDE OF BA TTLE
A ROMANCE OF THE AMERICAN ARMY FIGHTING
ON THE BATTLEFIELDS OF FRANCE
By Victor Rousseau
WALLACE HAS AN UNEXPECTE ENCOUNTER WITH
MAJOR KELLERMAN.
Synopsis.—Liont. Mark Wnllnco, U. S. A., is wounded at the 'battle of San-
lingo, While wandering alono in (lie jungle lie comes across a dead man in a hut
outside of which a little girl is playing. When he is rescued he takes the gill
to the hospital and announces his intention ot adopting her. IIis commanding
officer, Major Howard, tells him that the dead man was Hampton, a traitor who
sold department secrets to an international gang in Washington and was de
tected by himself and Kellermnn, an officer in the same office. Howard pleads
to bo allowed to send the child home to his wife and they agree that she shall
never know her father’s shame. Several years later Wallace visits Llennoi at
young Indies’ boarding school. She gives him a pleasant shock by declaring
that whim she is eighteen she intends to marry him. More years pass and Wal
lace remains in the West. At break of the European war Colonel How
nrd calls Wallace to a staff post in Washington. He finds Eleanor there, also
Kellermnn, in whom he discerns an antagonist.
CHAPTER V CONTINUED.
He stopped In bewilderment, for TCI-
canor was—laughing.
“But 1 seem ill least to have the
faculty of amusing you,” lie continued.
“Dear Uncle Mark!” said Eleanor,
laughing with tears In her eyes. She
"1 Know, my dear, sum mam,
“I’ve always secretly hoped that I
should know, some day. But I've al
ums! stopped hoping, except for one
thing that I've never told anybody.
You remember what I said to you
about a man watching me?”
“He doesn’t watch jjou now, El
eanor 1”
She nodded. "lie has come back."
she answered, “lie's older and grayer,
but lie’s the same man. I’ve seen him
here, in Washington. And I’ve never
dared in speak of it, even to Colonel
Howard, but I know It's not a delusion,
Uncle Mark.”
“And you think lie has some connec
tion with your father, Eleanor?" asked
Murk.
“I don't know what to think. What
do you think, Uncle Mark?” asked the
girl.
“1 think, my dear,” said Mark delib
erately, “that it Isn’t the same man.
It stands to reason It can’t he. Why
should he have watched you nil these
years and never spoken to you? No,
Eleanor, I think you’ve had this Idea
so long that you have misinterpreted
—I mean—"
"I know what you mean, Uncle
Mark. Well, It doesn’t matter. And
now I must go hack to Mrs. Howard
or they will he wondering what has
become of me. But we’ve picked up
our memories, haven’t we? And I’ll
see n lot of ypu, Uncle Mark, before
you go to the war?”
They opened the safe and went
through them one by one, but nothing
was missing.
"Damn It I” growled Colonel Howard.
"I’ve been through this before, Mark
—you know that. In that case there
was a traitor at work. We found him.
In this case there can he none, at least,
in the war department. And I've told
the Brigadier I'll answer with my place
for discovering where the leak lies.”
He closed the safe and strode off In
to Kellerman’s room, to return with
Kellermnn, looking angrier than be
fore.
“What are we going to do, Keller-
nmn?” lie asked.
Kellermnn pursed out his lips. “Well,
Colonel, you know as much about it ns
any of us,” he answered. “There's al
ways been two of us present night and
“Now I Know You Are My Real Undo
Mark."
luld her hand on Ids shoulder. “Now
I know you nre my real Uncle Mark
after all,” she said.
“Why?” he asked, in astonishment.
“That’s just like you, Uucle Murk.
It's you—it’s the real ‘you’ I've always
remembered.”
“You seem to remember my charac
ter very well, Eleanor," said Mark,
trying ndt to relent, and having an un
comfortable feeling that she wus an
adept at hoodwinking.
"Well, you know, you paid me a fair
ly long visit at the Misses Harpers’
school, Uncle Mark.”
“You were nothing but a schoolgirl
then."
“Schoolgirls enn judge character as
CHAPTER VI.
But Murk refused Colonel Howard’s
Invitation to become Ids guest, and
uvoided the house in Massachusetts
circle as much as he could with de
cency. He wus courageous enough to
: analyze Ids reasons and he did not
• conceal the result from himself,
I He wunted Eleanor with ull the pent-
up longing of the denied years In the
desert. His love wuS the strongest
passion that he hud ever fell, und yet,
strangely for a man of Ids years, it had
in it much more of the paternal ele
ment than of the lover. All his life
he had been almost kinless, his only
sister was (lend, he wanted Eleanor’s
presence, Eleanor with him, to see
her every day, whether ns wife or
daughter. Yet he was brave enough
to acknowledge that this love, selfless
In a measure, threatened to become a
consuming passion If he did not hold
! himself rigidly In check.
He, the middle-aged captain, and
well as grown-ups.” . Blennor( with llor stU ||on, her pros-
■ And so you think you know me, and nnd her be „ u ty-lt was an lm-
-uml you’re not altogether disappoint- lble drcnnii or one tlMlt would ruln
ed? asked Mark, smiling at last. the glrl . B Ufe lf> ln sonle wlla nl0 ment,
“I’m not disappointed In you at u I. „„„ mllde lt truth .
If you area t in me. Dear Uncle Murk,
people don’t really change—never,
never! .Only they learn to adapt them
selves to tlielr environments. You are
just the same ns ever—just the quiet,
sensitive, chivalrous Uncle Murk I’ve
ulwnys dreamed of.”
“Well,” said Mark, “I see that there
ure hopes that I shall regain the little
ward whom I’ve always thought about.
And, of course, I ought to have re
flected that your environment has been
very different from the one I could
have given you."
“I wish I’d been with you, Uncle
Mark," she answered impulsively.
“Why didn’t you keep me when you had
your chance, tf you wanted me? Oh,
dear Uncle Mark, that wus so like
you, too—giving up to others. And
you never sent me thnt photograph!"
“I've never hud one taken since, El
eanor.”
“But I’ve got you yourself now,"
said the girl. “So you mustn’t give me
up any more, no matter who seems to ; him with a wry face when he came in.
have a better claim on me. Will you i “The devil’s to pay, Mark,” he said,
promise me that?” ' I “Draw up your chair. There's a leak-
Murk knew now for certain that he ! “S° in the department.”
had found his own. “1 promise,” he j hat I' cried Murk,
answered. “Things are getting known—for in-
Because, you know, I’ve been very ! stance, our dealings with the shipping
lie lind his reward in Eleanor’s In
creasing restraint, her quite visible lu-
dignntlon. They had fallen apart again,
after that single meeting. It wus a
poor reward, but the sort that Mark
had received ull his life from fortune.
But there were lonely nights when
life seemed unbearable, and he hud to
exert all his will power to keep him
self hi check. Murk had rented a lit
tle furnished apartment In the North
west section, off Pennsylvania avenue,
and he had found the desert more com
panionable.
One night he lelt at the end of his
powers. Thnt was after n grilling day
ln the war office, one of those dnys
that sometimes come in Washington
toward the middle of September, when
everything Is as sticky as the asphult
sidewalks.
It had been a day of evil portent be
sides. Colonel Howard, who had
seemed of lute to reflect Eleanor’s
coolness In some measure, had greeted
happy with Colonel and Mrs. Howard.
But this Isn’t the best und biggest part
of me that you see here. If I could
have had my way I'd rather have been
people. They've found the exact num
ber of ships we’ve requisitioned. You
know whom I mean by ‘they.’ ”
Murk nodded. The cosmopolitan in
living a more useful life somewhere— I fluenees ln Washington, whose ramifl-
somewhere where I hadn't quite so I cations extended to the ends of the
many things that I want. Colonel i earth, or, at least, across the Atlantic,
Howhrd gives me everything he thinks ! "'ere busy in every drawing room ex-
I want. But—you see, Uncle Mark, 1 tractlng news, the tiniest and least re-
sometliing is missing. You remember liable of which was not despised, siuce
what we talked, over—about my being ' , . ,
the regimental mascot?" j «■“* »«* ‘^ms make up a co-
► Mark nodded, watching her face . V,!-T „ . , , , .. „
- “The Brigadier’s wild about it,” con
tinued the Colonel, pulling at Ids mus-
'll, Ull uihi o tnti nuu gout;, i
There
way. All the old people hove
of lt. And we were three
Francisco you know. And-^™. , have , lieced the thins togethoP without
Mark, I wish we could have those lays l . 0IlC0ru , l] ttt . u w {| k . h \ s mt of the
again, when I used to dienra about my , 1UPStjyu Ijet .„ y lm „„ h the
'ather und—and—
closely.
“Well, all that’s over and gone. ; " '..Ty. ’ • f,T'
here isn’t any regiment now, any- ^ , T P ° ° «
ah u,n „i,i , )ove „ one oul l,etect how the leakage occurred. It
iu s .... i lnust liav e been through the shipping
' f in, . 1 companies, of course; yet they couldn’t
,ud ull, Luce .I.,— —*i. ,,, ,
“You Kr'-vwas Much About It As We
Do."
morning when the papers were trans
ferred. I’ll vouch for you, Wallace
will, I presume, vouch for me, and you,
I presume, will vouch for Wallace.”
The sinister look on his face affect
ed Mark more dlsagr^MMp than ever.
Mark felt nettled, though the words
had been fair.
“If there’s been a lenk,” he said “It
seems to me it’s up to the Brigadier
to discover it. It’s outside; it isn’t
aur business to locate it. We’re doing
our pnrt—what more can we do?”
“Come along and tell the Brigadier
that,” suggested Howard.
- Mark, nothing loath, accompanied
him to the General’s room. But the
Brigadier was more furious than How
ard.
“I don’t know how it happened, Col
onel, nnd I don’t care I” he cried,
thumping the table. “No great harm
has been done so far, and of course
nolle of the departmental clerks can
be suspected. But It’s got to stop, and
we’ve got to find out how lt originated.”
It was on that night that Murk felt
at the end of his powers.
It was early, he had dined and was
sitting disconsolately iu his apartment;
nothing seemed of any value to him at
that moment, nnd his thoughts were
ranging round their eternal subject.
Had It been necessary that he should
have treuted Mrs. Howard and El
eanor boorishly, to protect himself?
He put on his hat and went out,
meaning to pay them a visit, or, at
least, to wulk toward their house while
making his decision. He had not
elded by the time he reached Massa
chusetts circle, and, as he stopped in
doubt, he saw n man across the road,
staring up at the house.
Of a sudden Elennor’s sjory recurred
to his mind with vivid force. The man
was obviously watching the house, and
he meant to stay there..
But, as Mark started toward him,
Hie nun seemed to take fear, and
shambled away, somecning in ms i
brought buck to Mark’s mind the recol
lection of the man whom he had seen
outside the Misses Hurpers’ school.
And he began to follow him. It was
n role that he hnd never played before,
hut justified, in Ills mind, by the neces
sity of discovering the fellow’s Identi
ty. Without any very clear intention
in his mind how he was to accomplish
this, Mnrlt made his way after the soli
tary figure, keeping well behind it.
It soon became clear that the man,
although he looked like a tramp, had a
definite objective. Mark pursued him
toward Pennsylvania avenue, until he
discovered that he was nearing the
lenst desirable pnrt of Washington,
whose location, so near the residence
of the chief executive, has always been
the wonder and scandal of visitors.
He was in one of those streets that
start bravely in the city nnd debouch
into the low-lying land in that interme
diate and hardly reclaimed region bor
dering the Potomac. The houses here
were old, many appearing vacant and
tumble-down, nnd for tho most part
standing each in n little garden.
Mark was beginning to think ot
tuckliug the fugitive, who, unconscious
of pursuit, was nliout fifty paces ln
front of him, when suddenly the mah
turned in at the tiny garden of an ap
parently deserted house and knocked
at the door, which was opened almost
Immediately.
Mark heard a subdued scream, and
then the man’s voice in angry alterca
tion.
He was talking to the woman who
hnd opened the door. She looked
about live and thirty years of age, and
her face, distinctly visible against the
light ln the hull, was well-bred, If not
attractive. She seemed one of those
cosmopolitans who frequent* the capi
tal ; Mark was still uncertain whether
her house was one of those residences
that are still occupied In this district
by the original owners, or whether she
was the mistress of one of those gam
bling establishments that flourish of
necessity along the avenues of the
earlier alphabet.
Tho man seemed to be pleading with
her, his gestures were growing fran
tic. He looked about five and forty
years of age; his face struck Mark
with a certain odd familiarity, though
he had never seen him closely before,
nnd bore traces of breeding, blurred
either by dissolute luiblts or by mis
fortune.
The woman answered him in tones
of quick anger, und muile a go-cure of
dismissal. The man held ills ground
doggedly, the voices became angrier.
“No! No, 1 tell you I” the woman
cried. “I don’t know who you are!
Will you go?”
Suddenly a man came along the
passage behind her, carrying a walk
ing-cane with a heavy handle. He
raised It and brought it crashing down
on the other’s head.
The man fell to the ground, evident
ly half stunned by the blow. The man
with the cane raised lt and brought lt
down again and again upon the other's
head and face, in a succession of sick
ening crashes.
Murk run to the garden gate. The
man with the stick paused, raised his
head, und looked at him. Mark recog
nized Kellermnn. As Kellermnn, In
turn, recognized him, au angry sneer
spreutl over his face.
“My dear Wullace, what the dickens
are you doing here?” he demanded.
“Are you trying to kill this man?”
asked Mark.
Kelleramu seemed nonplussed for
the moment.
“I hope I’ve given him his lesson,”
he answered. “He came here and de
manded money, und nearly frightened
Mrs. Ivenson out of her senses. Let
me present you—”
Mark looked into the keen, apprais
ing eyes of Mrs. Kenson with dislike
und disgust.
“You’d better let him go, Major Kel-
lerraun,” he said. As he spoke he saw
Mrs. Kenson bite her lip vindictively.
“Oh, I’ll leave him to you,” respond
ed ICellerman airily. “You’ll excuse me,
Wallace, I’m sure, but Mrs. Henson’s
auto wilt be here In a few moments.”
Mark, hot with indignation, answer
ed nothing, but raised the man from
th^ ground nnd got him outside the
gate. As he dlfi so he heard the door
of the house close softly.
Tlie tramp was half unconscious,
nnd muttering vaguely.
“Four years since I’ve seen her,” lie
mumbled. “I didn’t want money. Only
the word. God knows I wouldn't have
taken money from her as he said, the
cur—”
“Was she your wife?” asked Mark,
thinking that he saw light.
“God forbid I” ejaculated the man
with convincing spontaneity. “Who
are you, anyway?” he demanded, look
ing at. him directly for the first time
Wallace is brought face to face with
the greatest crisis of his life. Disaster
confronts him. He sees the hand of
Major Kellennan behind it all, but how
can he prove It? Don’t miss the next
installment.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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